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Sunday, August 04, 2013

Revelation

Last night I saw Peeping Tom's dance theatre performance, '32 rue Vandenbranden' which was put on as part of the Paris quartier d’été festival. This month-long festival brings touring works to different quartiers in Paris. I saw
William Kentridge’s ‘Against the Hour’ (marvelous) and last night this
remarkable piece of dance theatre from a company based in Brussels.

To call it dance theatre might give the wrong impression – it’s contemporary dance, yes, but much of the body work is aligned
with the kind of contortion/gymnastic work you see in contemporary circus, fiercely –
violently – physical. The strength and discipline required for this kind of
movement is juxtaposed against a narrative which explores human fragility.

From the beginning scene we’re plunged into
the contradictory emotional landscape which we all inhabit but to which we
rarely confess. With the barest dialogue, the performers revealed the ordinary,
messy lives we live. A couple court in a sexually passionate pas de deux but
the tenderness is edged with hostility. Two Beckettian strangers arrive in the
snow-driven landscape and despite their vulnerability expressed through
clowning dance, they are met with suspicion and rejection. A man offers a woman everything he
has, piles it into her arms, and she retreats, shutting the door on his hopeful
face. In an extraordinary scene, a performer’s display of narcissistic masturbation is
hilariously interrupted by three skiers who wave. Humour interrupts and emphasises pathos.

The piece becomes more and more chilling –
a pas de deux plays out the powerlessness of an abused woman – she is complicit,
yielding, her body like plastic, as her partner dances her around the stage holding
her by her neck. I could hardly bear to watch it, even though I knew it was performed. In an earlier dance, the same man had carried this woman almost as though
she were a necessary appendage; a loving, but onerous, burden he couldn’t ̶or wouldn’t ̶surrender.

The staging was wonderful – the wintry
landscape, the rickety caravan and portables, isolated and temporary, were used
beautifully. All the performers were nearly always visible making the audience voyeurs,
as we watched them wash, brush their hair, fight and sing karaoke. Props were
minimal but effective – a curtain became a wedding veil, a scarf, blood, and it
rained inside an umbrella.

What I love about this kind of art –
whatever form it takes – is it that it strips us of all that we use for our
safe cocoons. The window dressing, the armour, is taken away.

There is a poetry exercise I set –
I ask students to pick a word, a polysyllabic word with some weight. They have
to feel something about the word, look up the definition, and then list the words contained it. From
this list, they pick words that resonate with them and move to writing a
piece that refers back, always, to the original word. It’s a great writing
exercisebecause it allows those layers
of exploration.

Today, inspired by this performance, I pick the word revelation.

At the end the performers deservedly took about five curtain calls and we walked away gob-smacked. I was so delighted to have seen it in company as well - I was with an American woman I'd met at the laundry at the Cite (see, washing can be fun!) and her husband who is staying here. I'm always lucky with the people I meet by chance - the Dowds were perfect company; perceptive, thoughtful and generous. Check out Douglas's webiste and discover the world of reportage drawing, a new term for me, and if you look at his blog, scroll down to the entry 'Like, Illustrated Grammar'. Lori is Executive Producer of StoryTrack, a media production company. If you check out their home page, make sure you read the part about 'Storytrack Giving Back'. More small businesses need to do this.

Oh, and as a postscript, Peeping Tom have performed in Melbourne and won the Patrons Circle Award at the Melbourne International Arts Festival. Good on you, Melbourne!

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Catherine Bateson is a poet and writer for young adults and younger readers. She lives in Belgrave with the Accountant, her children (most of the time), her youngest step-daughter (some of the time), two dogs and a wide assortment of tropical fish.